Monday, August 12, 2013
I'm working really hard to lose the weight I regained (through a series of stressful life events and bad food decisions). In the last 4 weeks, Iíve lost nearly 11 pounds (10.8 to be exact). Iím proud of myself.
Instead of eating Frankfoods just to eat more, Iím eating whole, clean foods (about 85% of the time which beats the way it was before). Iím finding that Ĺ a serving of dark chocolate covered cranberries satisfies me far longer than the 100 calorie packs of pretty much anything. Iíve been taking my lunch and snacks to work with me, and I donít stare and drool at the cafeteria food my colleagues are eating wishing I could have that instead. Honestly, thatís one of the best things of all. Simply not wanting that food. When itís so hard to fight myself mentally to resist, I find that I'm more likely to cave in more often; therefore, when I donít have to make an effort to resist, Iím a happy camper. Will I eventually allow myself to indulge in a baked potato. Probably (itís really that good and I am NOT shy with sour cream on my tater...or cheese, or broccoli, or bacon--lol). Right now though, itís not an issue and Iím content bypassing it.
So, Iím making better choices, working out at least 5 days a week for a minimum of 25 minutes of high intensity and voila! Weight gone.
Some of my friends at work know this, and whenever theyíre around me, they start to talk about what they should be doing, and how hard it is for them. I am not judging them because not so long ago I was saying ďI wishÖĒ or ďIf I everÖĒ or better yet, "I really need to start...". I completely get all of that.
I try not to say anything anymore about my progress because it inevitably sends them off on a list of their problems and faults and makes me feel guilty for their negative self-talk. I donít really know why I feel guilty. I shouldnít. Thereís no reason. Itís not like Iím sabotaging them; nonetheless, I still feel guilty.
Thank goodness for SP. Weíre all plugging along with similar goals (be healthy), and we understand the process which is rarely easy, sometimes ugly, but always worth it.